Come In. And Try Not To Murder

For Such A Long Time, When You're A Writer, You Really Are Just Writing For Yourself, And Maybe A Few Friends. So It's Really Amazing When Your Book Gets Out There And More People Are Reading And Responding To It. It Really Makes The World Of The Books Feel Real.

Enormous? Did You Just Call Me Fat? I Am Not Fat. - Jace

He’s Very Pretty. For A Human.” “he’s Very Broken,” Said Magnus. “like A Lovely Vase That Someone Has Smashed. Only Luck And Skill Can Put It Back Together The Way It Was Before.

One Of The Things He'd Always Loved About Clary Was How Easily Caught Up In Her Imagination She Was, How Easily She Could Wall Herself Away In Illusory Worlds Of Curses And Princes And Destiny And Magic.

His Fingers Skimmed Down Her Body, Over Skin And Satin, And She Shivered, Leaning Into Him, And She Was Sure They Both Tasted Like Blood And Ashes And Salt, But It Didn't Matter; The World, The City, And All It's Lights And Life Seemed To Have Narrowed Down To This, Just Her And Jace, The Burning Heart Of A Frozen World.